Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: 2- Not A Damsel In Distress

Clementine:

"Hushhhh! Nobody will find out. Just come with me," the old man said, raising his hand for me to hold it, but I started shaking my head. He had an eye patch on, his old rusty clothes smell foul. He had some gray hair and the hand reaching me was subtly shaking too.

"Fine, don’t come. But give him to me. He needs care," he continued, pointing at the baby I held close to my chest.

"You will kill him," I uttered, my vision blurred.

"I won’t. Trust me, I’ll keep him safe." his face started to contort into something uglier, his nails poking out like a monster ready to devour its prey.

"No! No! I won’t give him to you—not this time!" I yelled. A hard rock hit my cheek and I broke awake, sitting up panting and covered in sweat.

The long brown oversized shirt with baggy jeans and no shoes made me look homeless. But that was how I dressed all the time, it was my style. With a hat that covered my hair, I have prevented myself from men’s attention.

I looked around and found myself in an unfamiliar place. I was in a cage. There were many cages in the hall. The hall itself was huge, really—with high stone walls that looked like they were carved a long time ago. Everything felt old. The air was cold and smelled like metal and dust. It was quiet, the kind of quiet that made your skin crawl. The torches on the walls flickered weakly, casting shadows that moved like ghosts.

The cages were lined up on one side of the hall, each one divided by thick iron bars. The metal was scratched and stained, and I didn’t want to think about what had happened here before me.

On the other side of the hall, more bars blocked the view outside. But through them, I could see where this hall was, probably in the woods. It was nighttime.

The moon hung above the trees, glowing softly. The forest outside looked quiet and still, like it was holding its breath. Tall trees reached toward the sky, their leaves gently swaying in the breeze. And far behind them, mountains rose in the distance, dark and quiet, their peaks touching the stars.

It looked peaceful out there.

But sitting here in a cage, I felt like an animal who must be kept in chains.

"Thank you for waking me up," I groaned tiredly, thanking the person sitting in the corner, barely responsive. He wasn’t hurt or anything, he just seemed hostile. Dressed in all black, with tattoos on the backs of both hands and a head full of black hair—that was all I could see of him. But he wasn’t my focus of attention. I was grateful he woke me up from a nightmare, but the real nightmare was still not over.

I had heard about this place. It’s called the Transition Stage. This is where they bring the candidates who are being difficult. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"What is your name?" I asked him, trying to fill in the deadly silence, "I am Clementine Stark." I introduced myself, realizing he probably didn’t want to be here either.

"Hey, can you get me that thing—" I gulped, reaching toward his cage, gripping the bars with my hands and pointing at the small, very thin rod next to him. A small piece of broken debris from probably the cage had loosened over time and fallen in front of his cage. It could work in our favor. But the guy was so odd. He sat with his legs bent close to his chest, arms resting loosely on his knees. His fingers met in the middle like they were locked in thought, and his head hung low. There was something quiet about the way he held himself—like the world could fall apart around him and he wouldn’t flinch.

"I can open these cages if you get me that thin wire next to your cage," I whispered, making sure the others on the right were still asleep. It was just me and the silent guy awake. I was not the type to wait for someone to lead the way. I mostly came up with my own ideas and worked on them whether I had anyone on my side or not. But I needed his help tonight. He stayed quiet for a moment before turning his head to the left to look at the object I was pointing at.

"Listen, I can pick locks. I’ve done it my entire life. If you can help me get that, I can get us both out," I whispered in urgency.

Not only was I still hurting from the arrows shot at me earlier, but I couldn’t heal either as we have been given more wolfsbane after we were abducted from the comfort of our homes.

The silent guy finally stood up, and seeing how tall he was made me thank the Moon Goddess for putting him in the cage beside mine.

He extended his arm out of the cage, and I was left with my jaw hanging at how long his arms were. He grabbed the wire and stared at it, head down, his hair hiding his eyes. He had a sharp jawline, so sharp I could’ve used his jaw to open the lock, a thin chin, and full lips.

His long neck had veins and an Adam’s apple so prominent. I had never seen a guy so godly before. I wondered what his eyes looked like. He didn’t lift his head as he strode toward me.

He stopped right on the other side, and I gently stretched my hand out to take the wire from him. He towered over me, his presence radiating such a strange and mysterious aura. He finally lifted his head, and I almost gasped at the color of his eyes.

They were a gorgeous shade of gray, like two glowing bulbs staring right at me. His thick black eyebrows made him look even sexier. I couldn’t believe I was thinking this.

But Goddess, men are beautiful.

"Take it," he said, and I nodded. His voice sent chills down my spine. It was notably low, with a rich, husky texture that felt raw and edgy. I grabbed the thin wire and reached for the lock.

"Come on, come on," I muttered under my breath, pressing my skin against the cold bars, twisting the thin wire carefully inside the lock.

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